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Date Posted: Sunday, February 27, 07:19:19pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 182+" on Friday, February 25, 07:10:01pm
The van pulled to a bumpy end and the doors opened up with a snap. Nikita stayed there as Michael picked up the laptop and stepped out of the van. She stayed there as the van emptied out, leaving her in the darkness.
He hadn’t spoken or looked at her from the moment that she led her operatives off profile. She didn’t have a choice and Michael couldn’t handle when she was in charge. The only time he had accepted her being in charge was when he didn’t have his memory.
She ended up saving innocent children. It may not have been the smartest decision, but after all they had been through, Michael should have anticipated her decision. Just because they were trying to make Madeline and Operations believe that she was still the Section drone, did not mean that she wouldn’t have made the decision she had to do.
It also saved the lives of all of her operatives. She would have been the only one to come out a live, and it was not an abeyance mission that they were on. Everyone was to come back and everyone did.
Because she had taken control.
She stayed there in the silence and darkness, absorbing it all and trying to make her mind stop thinking. Her mind often warred with her internally in ways that she never dared to tell Michael. She wasn’t sure he could accept it.
“Nikita?” Michael spoke as he leaned his head into the van and looked directly at her. Nikita slowly blinked her eyes. “I’m late for a debrief.”
“They’ll catch on, Nikita,” Michael warned and Nikita stood up. She stepped out of the van and looked at Michael. “Maybe I should have stayed that way.”
Michael gripped her arm and whipped her around to face him. “You cannot mean that.”
“It would have been easier for me,” Nikita wrenched her arm away from Michael. He stood there and Nikita didn’t leave. He slowly looked at her. “You don’t mean that for one second.”
Nikita turned her head away and folded her hands. “I’m late for a debrief.”
“Nikita…” Michael spoke and she disappeared down the hallway.
Nikita blinked her eyes as she felt the headache growing. She thought about that exchanged with Michael often when she was thinking about her decisions when she took over Section. There were so many ways that she could have gone with things, but that one conversation reminded her over and over again that Michael couldn’t handle her being in charge.
As they pulled up to the house, Michael got out and Nikita followed. She could have had an option of keeping him inside of Section One with her. But he would have grown to hate her just like Madeline’s and Paul’s relationship was. Those two struggled for power all the time and Michael and Nikita would have grown in such a relationship, only Nikita would have been in charge.
She walked into the house behind even Walter to find Michael hugging his son. He wept openly as he held onto Adam for a long time. Nikita dropped some of her supplies to the ground and looked over her shoulder with lots of pain.
She had no one to hug.
“You should go upstairs and take a shower, Michael,” Nikita suggested as Michael started to pull away from Adam. He looked pale and slightly green. She knew what Michael was feeling. He had been out of the game for such a long time that now it was the pain of the realization of how easy it was to just slip back into that mode. If she was stuck in Section, so was Michael. “Get the feeling of the mission off of you.”
Michael looked at Nikita and swallowed hard. “I didn’t think…”
“You’d feel this way… disgusted… horrified…” Nikita supplied as she looked towards the wall. Slowly she looked back at Michael. “A shower will help.”
Michael nodded his head as Jason came into the house. “Hey, Buddy… let’s go get this new game on your computer…”
Nikita looked at Jason and around. “Do you know if Ellie is here?”
“Yeah… she is in Davenport’s apartment… In case the girl needed treatment… She said just to knock. Davenport is outside… kind of pissed at all of us,” Jason spoke as he pushed at Adam to go up the stairs. Nikita walked into the kitchen and looked at the door.
The pain was getting so great and she knew that she had to have help to control the bleeding. She knocked and waited. Ellie was not long and Nikita looked at her. “I need help.”
“Why don’t you come in?” Ellie asked and Nikita shook her head. She walked to the table and pulled a chair around. “Easier to clean in here.”
“Clean?” Ellie asked and Nikita jerked her head as she started to pull off Michael’s jacket. That was when Ellie saw the tips of Nikita’s blonde hair were red. “You are bleeding.”
“I think… a lot,” Nikita admitted as the jacket finally dropped to the ground. It was hard to see blood on the black jacket but Ellie could. She moved forward and stopped Nikita. “Don’t move…”
“I had to get… her home…” Nikita spoke as she blinked her eyes.
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
“No,” Nikita shook her head. “Just fix me here.”
“You’ve lost a lot of blood…. Davenport has been back for over an hour… you’ve been bleeding a long time,” Ellie declared and Nikita looked at her with daggers in her eyes. “No hospital.”
“Don’t take the jacket off… I’ll cut the material around the wound… the more you move… the more it will get worse…” Ellie directed Nikita as she rushed out of the room. Ellie did know some of what Davenport had told her, that something was going on between Michael and Nikita. It also gave her the reason why Nikita was in that room by herself.
She didn’t tell Michael.
Ellie moved to the window and slammed her hand against it to get Davenport’s attention. He dropped the ax where he had been chopping firewood and moved to it. She opened it. “You are the universal blood type, right?”
“Yes…” Davenport drawled out and Ellie motioned him to come back inside. She picked up her bag and groaned. “I can’t believe I’m going to do this… she should be going to the hospital…”
“What?” Davenport questioned as Ellie grabbed her hand and dragged him into the kitchen. Nikita looked like she passed out, which would give Ellie the opportunity to take her to the hospital. But Nikita lifted her head and Davenport pulled a chair out with a sigh. “At least her left arm has the good vein…”
“And you know this?”
“Let’s just say it isn’t the only time I’ve had to give a direct donation to this one,” Davenport shook his head as he settled into the chair. Ellie shook her head and pulled out the scissors to cut the jacket in half. She heard Nikita hiss as the jacket was pulled off of the good arm so she could start the blood transfusion. Nikita pulled her arm away. “Just give me some fluids…”
“You’ve lost too much blood for just fluids. I’m surprised that you haven’t passed out yet,” Ellie shook her head as she set about her work. Quickly she had the connection and she placed a gallon of water in front of Davenport and a glass. He shrugged his shoulders. “Operatives prerogative.”
Nikita screamed this time as Ellie pulled off the material around the stab wounds. Ellie swallowed hard and started to prod the wounds. “You are so lucky…”
“Just sew.. me… up…” Nikita hissed through clenched teeth as she struggled to breathe between the pain and tears.
“Numb her up, Ellie,” Davenport spoke from the chair. Ellie glared at him. “She has to get some more blood… the medicine… won’t do…”
“No medicine,” Nikita growled as she leaned her head down and grunted as Ellie started to clean the wound out. Ellie didn’t like doing this in this manner, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She turned her head to see Walter standing there. “I’m a universal donor too.”
“Did you know?” Ellie questioned Walter and he shook his head from side to side. “You weren’t there… they were struggling before we started… last night was bad…”
“Shut up!” Nikita hollered from the chair with her head against the table. “Just stitch me up.”
“This is more than just a few surface stitches, Nikita,” Ellie huffed as she pulled out a drape and looked at the supplies. “You should have come right back here… this could be infected… and the blood…”
“Just do… your job…” Nikita spoke as she kept her head down. Just around that time, Adam came moving down the hallway.”My dad just got sick…”
Adam stopped as he saw the make shift triage center. “What happened?”
“She was stupid,” Ellie announced as she pulled out the needle so she could start fixing the wound. “You always tell someone when you are hurt.”
“Please… Ellie…” Nikita started to sob as she didn’t seem to realize the audience. “Just stop… please… I don’t need the lecture… I know that I was wrong… from the moment I talked to Nat… to the way I protected us… tried to take the hard decisions away from Michael… from trying to use Adam… I just know…”
Michael was shaky as he walked down the stairs, but he heard the commotion. He saw Walter and Adam standing in the doorway and continued to walk. He had thrown up over the mess of the mission and when he truly got to think about how scary it was. It took on an entirely different light now that he didn’t have to do missions.
“What’s going –“ Michael started to question but stopped as he saw Davenport first, leaning his head back with his arm out. Michael saw the tubing and pushed Adam out of the way to see Ellie over the wounds in Nikita’s back. “I don’t know why I put up with the two of you!”
Michael looked at the pointing finger from Ellie down to Nikita. He thought that she was upset. He didn’t know how she got hurt.
And then he was sick again.
Michael moved away and back upstairs. He got to the toilet and leaned over it although nothing came out. Things were going horribly wrong and he didn’t know how to stop it.
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